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Poetry

Poetry

The Roses

"Beyond the wall the distant roses shone, / the roses not their roses, not their own..." Paul Willis
Poetry

Right Plant, Right Place

Since we chose our seeds / to cast upon rocky soil, / let's not blame the ground. Margaret Fisher
Poetry

If You Can’t Love an Ordinary Bird

"If you can’t love an ordinary bird, / a cardinal, for example, on a branch..." Neil Kennedy
Poetry

Upon Reflection

"Locked out after Letterman, / hesitant to knock, / I tried to find my keys..." Amy Baskin
Poetry

The Second Million Miles

"Sometimes you need / to learn to travel in the quiet." Bill Jolliff
Poetry

Old Bunhill Fields Burial Ground

"What's left of George Fox / is somewhere nearby..." Bartholomew Barker
Poetry

Quaker Meeting

Our family flew across the countryto visit Quaker grandparents,have them meet and actually seehow our young children had grown:She was… Ruth Naylor
Poetry

In a Maine Quaker Meetinghouse

God is One breath of silenceBefore a loon’s cry— We wait. Dorothy Anna Moore
Poetry

Elemental

Messages can arrive as breath—mostly unnoticed,or as a breeze to cool the sweat of effort.These I accept with gratitude,But not… Veronica Burrows
Poetry

Way Will Open

Way will open.As we learn to live with this pandemic.Our hearts broken.Our vulnerability exposed. Grief,   Anger,     Sadness, Me, myself and IWho am I?Within… Susan Greenler Stoughton, Wis.
Poetry

The Garden of COVID

In your garden, getting lostin lilac coneflowers, minglingwith the bees and hummers,your grin another bloom. I move out of the… Caroline Johnson
Poetry

Distance from the Storm

Clean mask in hand, I stand and look across the yard.Warren works the garden, scratching down a dusty row.From a… David Milley
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